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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Quantec,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.