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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.