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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.