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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s 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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.