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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.