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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.