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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Q65,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.