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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.