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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Sight & Sound 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.