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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.