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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.