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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.