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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
MC5,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.