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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.