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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.