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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.