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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Lyres,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.