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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.