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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.