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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.