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 Chile 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.