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 Singapore 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Busters to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.