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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.