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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.