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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.