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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.