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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Can,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.