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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.