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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
AZ,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.