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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Smog,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.