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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.