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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.