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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.