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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.