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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.