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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
ABBA,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.