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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.