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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.