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 Ghana 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.