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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.