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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.