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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.