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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.