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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.