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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.