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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Visage,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.