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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.