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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.