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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.