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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.