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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.