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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.