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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.