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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.