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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Can,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.