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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
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.