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 Comoros 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.