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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.