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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.