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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.