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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.