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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.