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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.