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 Brazil 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.