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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.