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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.