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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Searchers,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.