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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.