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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Brick,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Nas,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.