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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
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,
John Lydon,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
UT,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.