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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Slave to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy 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?
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.