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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cameo 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.