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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.