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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Swans,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.