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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.