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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.