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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.