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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.