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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.