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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.