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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.