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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
UT,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.