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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.