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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.