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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.