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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.