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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Sällskapet 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
The Evens,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.