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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.