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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.