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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
AZ,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.