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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.