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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Can,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Slave,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.