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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.