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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Model 500,
MC5,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.