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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.