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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.