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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.