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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.