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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.