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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Newcleus 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Television,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.