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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.