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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.