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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.