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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.