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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.