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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Zapp,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Wire,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.