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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Fall,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.