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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.