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 Mongolia and from London.
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 Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.