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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.