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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.