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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Visage,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.