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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.