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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays 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?
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.