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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.