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 Grenada 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.