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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.