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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.