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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.