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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Index,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.