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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.