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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Hashim,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.