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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Faust,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.