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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.