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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Moebius,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.