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 United States and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.