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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.