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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.