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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.