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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.