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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Michelle Simonal 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.