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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.