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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.