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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.