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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.