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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.