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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.