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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.