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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.