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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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-Stars. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.