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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.