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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
PIL,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.