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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.