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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.