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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.