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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.