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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Can,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.