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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.