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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.