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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.