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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.