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 Germany 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.