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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Zapp,
AZ,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.