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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.