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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.