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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
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.