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 Sweden and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.