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 Niger 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.