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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.