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 London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.