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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.