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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.