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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.