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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 DNA to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.