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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
The Fall,
The Sound,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.