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 Pakistan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible 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?
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.