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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.