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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.