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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.