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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.