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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.