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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.