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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.