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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 DNA to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.