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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 X-102 to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.