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 Tanzania 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.