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 Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Index to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.