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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.