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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.