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 London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.