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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.