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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.