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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
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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.