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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.