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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.