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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.