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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.