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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.