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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.