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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.