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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
The Evens,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.