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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.