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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.