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 Lebanon 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
June Days,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.