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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.