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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.