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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.