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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.