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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Slave to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.