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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.