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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.