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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.