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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.