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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
The Names,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Faust,
Ludus,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.