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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Qualms,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.