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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.