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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.