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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.