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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.