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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.