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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.