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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.