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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.