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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.