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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
New Order,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.