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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Organ,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.