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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Ludus,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Visage,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.