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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.