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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.