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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
DNA,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.