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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.