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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.