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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Television,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.