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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.