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 Zambia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Quadrant 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
The Move,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.