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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.