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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.