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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.