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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.