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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.