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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.