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 Benin 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.