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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.