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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.