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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.