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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.