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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Pylon,
Scion,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.