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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.