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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.