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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.