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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.