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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.