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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.