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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Television,
June of 44,
ABC,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.