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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.