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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.