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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Model 500,
MDC,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.