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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.