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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.