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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 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 Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.