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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.