Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.