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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.