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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
New Order,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.