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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Scion,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.