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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 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 The Victims to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Whodini,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.