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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.