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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Jandek,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.