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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.