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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.