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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.