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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.