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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.