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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.