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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.