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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Television,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.