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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.