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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.