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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.