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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.