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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.