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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.