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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.