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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.