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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.