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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.