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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
MC5,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.