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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Names,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.