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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.