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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.