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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.