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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Index,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.