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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.