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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.