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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.