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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.