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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.