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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
cv313,
New Order,
Niagra,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.