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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 güiro 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.