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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Can,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.