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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.