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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.