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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.