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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.