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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.