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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.