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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.