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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.