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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.