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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.