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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Josef K,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.