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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Can,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.