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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.