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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.