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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.