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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Skaos,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.