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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.