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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.