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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.