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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Television,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.