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 Croatia and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Young Rascals to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Can,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.