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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.