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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.