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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.