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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.