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 Poland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The American Breed to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.