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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.