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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.