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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.