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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
ABC,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.