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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Slave,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.