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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.