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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.