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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Visage to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.