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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
the Association,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.