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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.