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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.