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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.