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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
June Days,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.