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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.