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 Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.