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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.