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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.