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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.