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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.