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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.