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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.