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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.