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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Bauhaus 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
a-ha,
Faust,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.