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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.