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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.