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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.