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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.