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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.