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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Echospace,
Little Man,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.