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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.