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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Franke,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.