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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.