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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.