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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.