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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.