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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.