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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Germs,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
EPMD,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.