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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
UT,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.