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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Gong,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
UT,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.