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 Laos and from Accra.
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 Tehran and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.