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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.