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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.