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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.