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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
AZ,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.