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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.