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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.