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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.