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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.