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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
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.