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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Darondo,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.