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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.