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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.