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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.