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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Nas,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.