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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.