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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.