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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.