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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.