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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michelle Simonal 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.