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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.