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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.