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 Samoa 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 10cc to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.