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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.