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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.