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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.