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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.