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 Finland and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.