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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.