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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.