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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Index,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.