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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.