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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.