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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.