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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.