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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.