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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
UT,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.