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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.