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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Portland and Delhi.
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 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.