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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.