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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.