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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.