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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.