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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
CMW,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.