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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Section 25,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.