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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.