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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.