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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.