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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.