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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.