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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.