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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.