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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.