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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.