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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.