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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Television,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.