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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.