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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
JFA,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.