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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.