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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.