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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.