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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.