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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Wire to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.