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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.