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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.