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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.