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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.