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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.