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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.