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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.