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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.