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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.