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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.