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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.