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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.