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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
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Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.