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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.