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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.