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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.