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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.