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 London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.