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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.