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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Slave to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Black Flag,
The Names,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Sparks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.