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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Television,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.