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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.