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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.