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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.