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 Tuvalu 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Can,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.