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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Television,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.