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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Nas,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.