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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.