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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.