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 Finland and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.