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 Japan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.