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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.