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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.