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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.