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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.