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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.