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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Erasure,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.