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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Techniques to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.