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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.