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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.