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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.