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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.