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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.