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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.