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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.