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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.