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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Standells,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.