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 France 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.