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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.