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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
X-101,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.