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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.