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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.