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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.