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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.