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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.