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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 a-ha to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.