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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.