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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
X-101,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.