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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.