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 Guinea and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.