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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.