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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.