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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.