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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Index,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.