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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.