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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
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.