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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.