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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
The Move,
New Order,
Hoover,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.