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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.