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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.