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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.