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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.