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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.