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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.