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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.