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 Laos 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
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.