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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.