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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Visage,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.