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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.