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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Organ,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.