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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Martian,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Model 500,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.