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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 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 rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.