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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Camberwell Now 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.