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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.