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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Litter,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.