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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Motorama,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.