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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
The Index,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.