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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.