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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.