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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.