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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Star Department,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.