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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.