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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.