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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.